Kai
“STAND.” I DON’T NEED to say it twice. She immediately rises from her spot. She is such a good girl for me. She hasn’t argued once. For a beginner, she trusts me without regret, and that’s something I cherish. My good little criminal.
I take her hand and guide her to the cross.
She allows me to mold her body into the position I need.
I place her legs on each side of the cross but don’t secure her to it yet.
I first reach for her hands, one by one, and secure them with the handcuffs attached to the cross.
Then I do the same for her ankles. She looks at me with wide eyes, waiting for my instructions.
She waits for my next move as if her life depends on it—which it doesn’t, but her pleasure does.
I walk to the toy display and grab a wand vibrator.
I opt for the one that connects to my phone and doesn’t need a plug.
The fewer cables we have to deal with, the better.
And the toy is gentler than the other ones I own.
It’s also one that is brand-new, and even though I keep everything sanitized, I prefer using brand-new equipment on new partners.
Not that I am planning on any new ones after her.
She doesn’t know it yet, but she is stuck with me.
She is mine. I reach for the nipple clamps and opt for the ones that connect to the same app as the vibrator.
Extra pleasure is always welcome, especially for my woman.
When I return to her, her eyes widen with excitement. “Do you remember your safe words, little criminal?” I ask to make sure. She nods, but that’s not enough. “Use your words,” I press.
“Yes,” she responds with hesitation. Still...not enough.
I use the paddle I grabbed last-minute from the toy wall and hit her right nipple with it. “Tell me your safe words, criminal.” I bark the order, but she stays quiet. Another smack directed to her left nipple follows. “I asked you a question.”
“Red for stop. Yellow to slow down,” she tells me. Good, but not good enough. I smack her again.
“And?” I press.
“Green to continue,” she replies quickly. She is a fast learner.
“Good girl,” I say as I grab the control panel for the cross.
I make sure it’s turned on and let it fall next to the cross for now.
I move to stand in front of her and stash the paddle in my back pocket.
I remove my t-shirt and toss it to the ground, allowing myself more freedom of movement.
Her eyes trace my tattoos and I smirk; my little criminal is not subtle at all.
I grab the fabric of her panties and rip it into two pieces like I did with her t-shirt.
I love ripping her clothes—it is a sense of control that is small and insignificant but all too powerful at the same time.
I use the harness included with the vibrator to secure it against her pussy and turn it on, but I don’t connect it to my phone yet.
I then attach the nipple clamps to her. She doesn’t argue, which I think is a good sign.
I press the button until the light appears, signaling they are on.
Then I reach for the control panel again.
I press the button, and she turns upside down.
“What the hell?” she screams, and I start laughing. “Why the hell am I upside down?”
“Shut up, criminal. Don’t make me gag you,” I warn. She shuts her mouth instantly, and I smile in approval. Good girl.
I take my phone and open the app for the vibrator. I press to connect, but nothing happens. Fuck. I press again. Nothing. I check the vibrator. Nothing. Fuck.
“Is something supposed to happen? Or am I just going to be upside down for fucks and giggles?” she asks.
“Brat! I’m working on it,” I say as I frantically try to figure out why the vibrators are not working.
“Sure, sure. I’m waiting,” she giggles.
“You were such a good girl a minute ago. What the hell happened?” I restart my phone, hoping that will magically fix everything.
“Well, I was a good girl when I thought you knew what you were doing.” Brat. Let me fix this, and I’ll show you whether or not I know.
“I know what I’m doing!” I yell, losing my credibility by the minute. Damn it. This is not how it should go. She needs to respect me, not laugh at me. And that’s exactly what she does. She laughs.
“Sure you are, such a good boy trying to figure it out,” she teases with a smirk.
And finally, the universe has decided to work with me; the vibrator connects.
Just for her bratty attitude, I turn it straight to high because I will fucking teach her a lesson for playing with me.
I need to get my status back. I do know what I am doing, damn it.
“Fucking God,” she screams, and I lower it.
“Good, now that we’re on the same page again,” I say with a smirk. “Be my good girl, and don’t come,” I say, turning it back up.
She moans loudly, and between rapid breaths, she asks, “How am I supposed to control that?” Oh, my sweet criminal, you have so much to learn.
“Control your mind, sweet criminal.” I lower the vibrations.
“Focus on my voice, not the sensation against your pussy.” I turn it a little higher, barely a difference.
“Feel every vibration through your body.” I turn it higher.
“Allow every word to sink in.” Her breaths slow down; quiet moans leave her as she does exactly what I say.
She focuses on my voice, and I turn the vibrations to low again.
“Good girl,” I praise. I go to the wall display and grab a dildo.
It’s a small one because I know anything else will be too much for her right now.
I take the lube and a butt plug too before I approach her again.
I lather the plug with lube before I walk behind the cross to deprive her of knowing what will happen next.
I turn the vibrations up right as I push the plug into her ass.
I hold my phone and the dildo in the same hand while I twist the plug with the other.
She moans loudly, and that’s the green light I need to push the dildo into her next.
I repeat the process, covering the silicone toy with lube.
I lower the vibrations just enough before I turn it on high and push the toy inside her.
“Color, criminal?” I check with her.
“Yellow,” she tells me. I don’t hesitate. I turn the vibrations to low but don’t remove the dildo.
“You are okay, my sweet criminal,” I tell her in a low, comforting voice as I walk to stand in front of her again.
I take the control panel in my hand and switch the cross upright again.
She doesn’t react this time. She closes her eyes, trying to focus.
Her pussy clenches around the silicone toy, keeping it inside her, and the butt plug is firmly stuck inside her tight ass.
I undo the buckles holding the harness with the vibrator on her and remove it. She is breathing slower now, and I can tell she is regaining her strength. Good girl.
“Color?” I ask again.
“Green,” she tells me without hesitation.
“Good girl.” She earned the praise, following my directions without arguing this time, even after her little bratty moment.
She is being my good girl, just as I have expected her to be.
I remove the clamps next and replace the first one with my mouth.
I suck on her nipple softly. A low moan is the reaction I was expecting.
“Color?” I check again before I continue.
“Green,” she quickly responds.
I grip the dildo with one hand as I hold the cross with the other to make sure I have a steady grip.
I slowly move it in and out of her with gentle movements, as if I am afraid to break her.
I am not, but her pleasure is a priority, and she learned her lesson for being a brat.
For now. I continue fucking her with the dildo slowly, working her toward an orgasm.
I can tell she is close as her breaths grow more rapid and her moans louder.
“Do you want to come, criminal?” I pick up my pace, moving the dildo faster, waiting for her response.
“Yes, please.” She doesn’t fail to give the right answer. Such a good girl indeed.
“You may come when I reach one,” I say and start counting.
“Ten.” I move the dildo faster, brutal thrusts in and out of her while I reach with my other hand for the paddle. I smack her thigh first. “Nine.” I smack the other side. “Eight.”
She moans louder. “Please, let me come,” she begs. Such a pathetic little slut. She can’t wait for just a few more seconds.
I let out a mocking laugh. “Not until I reach one,” I say and start again. “Ten.” I hit her breasts next.
“No! Why did you start over?” she protests.
I chuckle. “Every time you’re a brat, the countdown will start over,” I explain, then offer her the next number.
“Nine.” A sigh of relief escapes her, as if she was expecting me to start over again, which I’ll admit I was tempted to do.
I start moving the dildo faster, and the next number follows.
“Eight,” I say, but this time I don’t slow down; my girl is barely holding on.
“Seven.” I kneel in front of her and suck on her clit while I fuck her with the dildo, sucking all the sweet nectar she releases as she gets closer to her orgasm.
“Six.” I breathe out the number before I suck harder on the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Five.” I lick and suck more greedily, savoring the taste of her pussy the closer she gets to the edge.
“Four.” The dildo slides in and out of her with ease, and sweet moans follow every movement.
“Three.” Every number that follows gets her closer to an orgasm she’s eager to experience—one I am eager to provide for her.
“Two,” I say and remove the dildo, replacing it with my fingers.
I curl the two digits just slightly inside her, hitting the right spot as I fuck her with them, and breathe out the next number.
“One.” I barely manage to say the word before a wave of her release hits me.
She squirts like the fucking goddess she is, showering me with the evidence of her orgasm. I chuckle as I lick my lips and stand.
“Such a good girl. You did so good for me,” I say and help her out of the restraints. “Are you with me, criminal?” I ask as her body molds into my embrace. I take her down from the cross. She stands there bare, small, fragile, as if she could break at any moment.
“That was intense,” she finally says. I carry her to the velvet couch at the other end of the room.
I place her body slowly on the furniture, parting her legs just enough to allow me access to the butt plug that is still inside her, and I pull it out.
A soft moan leaves her lips; it’s not one of satisfaction but of relief.
I reach for the mini-fridge next to it. I take out a water bottle and open it before I help her take a sip.
“You did so good. Drink for me.” I guide her to drink more. She isn’t fighting me. She drinks half the bottle before I take it away from her. We’re not done, but for now, she needs the rest. I take a seat beside her on the couch and pull her into my arms.
“How are you feeling?” I ask, because it’s important to know she’s doing okay.
“Like the universe decided to send me a real book boyfriend to complete all my fantasies.”
I chuckle. “And you haven’t seen anything yet,” I warn as I kiss the top of her head and hug her tighter.